Lucien had been between jobs himself, having procured a hefty haul on his last raid with the Tombtakers that is. They were meant to escort a stuffy old Mage to a vault under some decrepit old ruins, what the Mage hadn't counted on, however, was that the structure of said vault wasn't stable enough to withstand all their digging and blasting... Oops~? Anyway, needless to say, his pockets were full of rare goods and danger pay money from the old fool so he felt like splurging tonight.
Cree and the others had left him to it, securing them another job in a few days' time, so Lucien was let loose in the club. He'd already managed to swindle some free drinks and smooth-talked a dealer into giving him a little extra in his pouch of unmentionable narcotics. So all in all, it was a good night.
He'd not been looking for company specifically, that is until those scars lit up like a bunch of Inuit chargers and grabbed the Bloodhunter's attention. At first, he was just casually intrigued by them. After all, his scars didn't look as pretty as those! Frowning curiously as her bait hooked him in, worming his way towards her through the dancing bodies in the club. At first, all he did was dance next to her, possibly circling her a few times, and definitely looking her up and down with those unblinking bloodred eyes of his.
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Date: 2022-11-25 01:12 am (UTC)Lucien had been between jobs himself, having procured a hefty haul on his last raid with the Tombtakers that is. They were meant to escort a stuffy old Mage to a vault under some decrepit old ruins, what the Mage hadn't counted on, however, was that the structure of said vault wasn't stable enough to withstand all their digging and blasting... Oops~? Anyway, needless to say, his pockets were full of rare goods and danger pay money from the old fool so he felt like splurging tonight.
Cree and the others had left him to it, securing them another job in a few days' time, so Lucien was let loose in the club. He'd already managed to swindle some free drinks and smooth-talked a dealer into giving him a little extra in his pouch of unmentionable narcotics. So all in all, it was a good night.
He'd not been looking for company specifically, that is until those scars lit up like a bunch of Inuit chargers and grabbed the Bloodhunter's attention. At first, he was just casually intrigued by them. After all, his scars didn't look as pretty as those! Frowning curiously as her bait hooked him in, worming his way towards her through the dancing bodies in the club. At first, all he did was dance next to her, possibly circling her a few times, and definitely looking her up and down with those unblinking bloodred eyes of his.